“i fall in love too easily,” a friend and fwb said to me a few days ago. i agree. but it’s not love. it’s infatuation, which is easily confused with love. i don’t just agree, i am a member of the club. i have fallen into infatuation with david. it’s not a significantly different feeling from the one i experienced with joe, carl, chris… so it should be nothing new. yet, it feels crushing. i am being crushed by my own emotions. the repression of this emotion is hard, but i must do it. i must crush the crushing. crush. that’s another word for it. appropriate. more appropriate than infatuation, in fact. i crush easily. david, i crush you. is that a distressing pun? i think so. i think so. so. i’m going to get my shit together. hold on a moment while i pack up all my bags and throw them all in the fucking river. yes, that’s another pun. another term for pun is double entendre. language. it’s my gift.